[M] - We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Silas Agata · 12-21-2010, 04:12 PM

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There was fear in the young Russian that she would not be happy with him, that she could never be happy with him. He had had such a horrible reception upon first arriving in Inferni, and now would be forever tainted by that. He was a Russian, Syemv scum as Hybrid had put it, and he did not see himself as worthy of the Inferni princess. She was Lykoi blood, a fearless warrior, and startlingly beautiful – a poster child for the clan. How could he even compare?

And yet, however unrealistic it seemed to him, Halo acted as if she wanted him. He could not understand this, and maybe never would, but he would forever cling to it. Really, she was all that he had left. All of this was more important than she could possibly ever know. Had she not responded to him in the way she had, there was no doubt the boy would have been eagerly searching for a ship to bring him back across the seas to his family in Russia so that he might start his life again. Without Halo, his life in Nova Scotia was a dead end. Did she realize so much hung in relation to her? Perhaps not, but then again, Silas probably didn’t fully realize it.

Amongst icy blue, moisture began to collect. There was an instant blossom of warmth in his chest, and Silas would not be able to find words for the elation he felt. The words the princess had spoken could have not been any better in a fairy tale. She had pushed ajar the door that had held them captive and now, with her soft kisses against the vulnerable area of his throat beckoning, he took his first few steps through the door.

"You can ‘ave eet all," he responded softly, his throat vibrating gently beneath the caress of her lips. And it did not matter that the two were in one of the larger rooms of the mansion, and not hidden away from view. Silas could only see Halo, could only think of the present, and everything else was silent to him.

Arms took hold of her frame, as he shifted their arrangement on the couch. He easily supported her weight as he readjusted, letting her gently fall back onto the couch while he hovered over her. Though he should have thought of the submission this would elicit, he did not think of it. Instead, the boy offered kisses of his own along her throat, before trailing her neck and finding the silky fur of her chest. As the heat of desire rose his in his frame, the young Russian let his hands explore. There was some hesitation in his touch as he was unsure of what he was doing, and yet so very sure that this was what was meant to happen.

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